Rosline stood from he cliff side, the small pebbles tumble over the edge, her armor glowed in the sun light of Eden's star, making the pale colored crystal and metal dance with brilliance...
"Thessia, did the Clans escape in time?" She looked over her shoulder at her red headed friend. She had a bandage over her right eye and around her head, dark red stains show through from the injury, to far from any where to get it properly healed. "No...they...were slaughtered." Thessia's voice boiled with rage and her ill body shook, the shape-shifter wanted blood greatly.
"At ease my dear...your time will come..." She says softly looking out at the woodlands, Thessia was half Rosline's age, but the female put her in her place more then once on many different acounts, both respected each other...
But the day..would not be like any day before...
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